The atmosphere in the Undercity is much more solemn than that in Thirteen Lian Town, especially in such a dark night, Wang Xiaoming could feel the chill from both sides of the street even when he sat in the carriage.

Wootles and Singer sat opposite him.

Both of them are middle-aged, one with a square national face, which looks old-fashioned and serious; the other is wearing gold-framed glasses, elegant and graceful.

When Wang Xiaoming looked at them, he couldn't help but think of the middle school class teacher and teaching director, one who always sings with a slut and the other who always sings with a slut.

"Will you feel uncomfortable when you come to the blood clan world for the first time?" As if feeling his restraint, Singer took the initiative to speak.

Wang Xiaoming's slightly bent waist straightened instantly, "It's okay."

"Don't be nervous." Singer comforted with a smile, "We just want to invite you to visit. That hotel is too bad and is not suitable for entertaining human friends."

Wang Xiaoming knew in his heart that they invited him was entirely because of Barr, but he still felt a warmth. The reason why hypocrites are more generous than real villains is that he is good at scrutinizing people's hearts and never loses other people's face, so that others cannot get out of the way.

"Actually, I think it's better for me to wait for him in a hotel." Wang Xiaoming was still worried.

"Don't worry," said Singer. "Pripley will get everything done and Edward will reunite with you soon. It's the Torredo clan, and we don't know if they'll send more people, and you're not safe there."

Wang Xiaoming remembered Barr's temper and couldn't help but worry about Pripril who was left alone.

Singer said: "If you are worried about Edward, it is even more unnecessary. The blood clan who can defeat Daniel will never lose to Yanoke."

Wang Xiaoming felt that he should have a shot, and he hinted obscurely: "Ba... I feel sorry to leave Pripril there." After he finished speaking, he realized that he was twisting too stiffly and hurriedly said, "I mean, Edward has a bad temper, I'm afraid of him..."

"Don't worry. Pripri will solve it." Singer still smiled indifferently.

Wang Xiaoming opened his mouth, wondering whether he should have a more violent needle.

Wutles suddenly said, "Here."

Wang Xiaoming followed his gaze and looked out the window.

I saw a huge cross standing high on the roof under the dark night sky, reflecting a cold white light through the surrounding street lights.

The carriage stopped.

The coachman came over and opened the car door respectfully.

Singer and Wotterles got off the car one after another, and finally Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming's feet landed on the ground, looked up at the cross again, and felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

The cross was clearly standing there firmly, but he felt like it would fall down at any time and hit him, binding him with his body and soul.

"Yes, it's very different from the cross in the human world." Singer saw that he kept staring at the cross and thought he was curious, and explained, "I think Edward should have told you that the crosses of the blood clan are all against the cross."

After he said this, Wang Xiaoming discovered that the upper part of the cross was longer than the lower part.

"Okay, let's talk about it when we enter the house. The climate here is too cold and not suitable for humans to stay for a long time." Singer made an invitation.

Of course the house that supports such a huge cross is not too small.

A three-story villa is symmetrical from left to right, with an arch more than two meters high in the middle.

There is a white walkway in front of the villa, exposed from the far left of the house and sinking into the far right, like a small white scarf that wraps the entire villa in the middle.

"This is my home. I hope you won't be too disappointed." Singer said as he pushed open the arch.

The door was very thick, but when it was pushed open, it did not make the creaking sound that Wang Xiaoming imagined.

When the gap was exposed, Wang Xiaoming clearly saw that it was dark inside, but when about twenty centimeters of distance were exposed between the two doors, the candle lamps hanging in the living room and the candles on the wall were automatically lit up.

The orange light shone under their feet and guided their way forward.

For other elders of the blood clan, such a villa can only be described as simple, but for the little poor Wang Xiaoming who has never lived in a room of more than fifty square meters, the word "luxury" is described as "luxury". Especially the living room has more than 300 square meters empty to place three sofas to surround the coffee table in the middle.

"I'm not good at decorating." Singer shrugged his shoulders and took out a silver bell from under the coffee table and shook it. "My taste is concentrated on his tongue."

Wang Xiaoming smiled a little unnaturally because his tongue inevitably reminded him of his teeth.

They sat down on the sofa, and soon a blood steward who was dressed similar to Mario came out of the door on the other side of the living room. He held three trays with one hand in difficulty, one stacked one. What Wang Xiaoming admired the most was that the bottom of the tray was flat, but the lid covered on the tray was curved. It was difficult to maintain balance if the three were stacked together. But the butler did it very steadily, and even held three cups in his other hand and a bottle of red wine was held under his armpit.

Wang Xiaoming watched him come over in a daze, put it down steadily, and then began to open the bottle and pour the wine expressionlessly.

Singer smiled and said, "This is my housekeeper, Louis. He hates doing things in the middle of the night, so he always puts on a bad face."

Louis took out a small paper bag from his pocket, then took out a small bottle plug from the paper bag to plug the wine bottle, and then bowed and said, "Sir Singer, I will refute your words from the bottom of my heart."

Singh said: "My honor."

Louis showed his professional smile to him and disappeared gracefully where he once appeared.

"He is a cute and funny person." Singer said to Wang Xiaoming, "I believe you will come up with him with pleasure."

Wang Xiaoming pointed at his nose in surprise, "Me and him?"

"Yes. If you have any dissatisfaction with this villa, you can just mention it. Although my taste for decoration is average, I know many masters in this regard." Singer patted the armrest of the sofa and said, "The home must be arranged so that you like it."

"Home?" Wang Xiaoming was even more surprised.

"Yes." Singer went around a big circle and finally decided to put the topic on the right track. "Here, I want to apologize to you first. Because without your permission, I have conducted a general investigation of a series of things that happened after you arrived in the blood clan world. Because in such a short time, I cannot know more. But the current mastery is enough to make me understand some things."

Wang Xiaoming became nervous and subconsciously wanted to find Barr's figure.

"Please don't be nervous." Singer tried to make his smile as kind as possible, friendly as possible, "Since I invite you to sit here, it means we will definitely not be enemies."

Wutles unveiled the silver lid in front of him, and the fragrance of the steak suddenly spread out.

"Full familiar?" He frowned, then glared at Singer with dissatisfaction, "When are you going to quit this housekeeper?"

"I'm going to leave him to Edward and this human friend to worry about." Singer smiled slightly and said to Wang Xiaoming, "Don't worry, this housekeeper has many problems, but not his cooking skills."

Smelling this scent, Wang Xiaoming felt that his stomach was hungry, and he also opened the lid, and the fragrance floated out as expected.

"I think it's a good idea to talk while eating." Singer pulled out a napkin from his pocket, tied it around his neck, and then picked up a knife and fork, "Thank you Lord Cain for your gift." He finished reading it softly before he started to use the knife.

But Wootles had already been stabbed.

Wang Xiaoming was restrained for a while before he slowly opened his arms to eat. The beef entered his mouth, fragrant and soft, and soon melted deep in his throat. His eyes narrowed his eyes.

"Come some wine." Singer wiped his mouth, picked up the wine glass and touched him.

Wang Xiaoming quickly took the cup and took a sip.

The red wine was a little sour and he frowned unconsciously.

"It seems you are not a fan of red wine." Singh, who has been observing him, quipped, "Your life will lose a lot of fun."

Wang Xiaoming said: "I prefer Sprite."

"Oh. That kind of carbohydrate is not very beneficial to human health." Singer blinked at him, "You will gradually fall in love with red wine after you live here. There are many collections in my cellar, and many younger generations have always been coveting, but I don't give it to them. I like to see them feeling itchy."

Wang Xiaoming smiled.

"Of course, you can use this as a gift in the future. In this way, you will soon become a popular new blood clan. Maybe you will also become a star like Daniel."

Wang Xiaoming paused his hand holding the knife. The blade touched the plate and made a dinging sound, "You said, the new blood clan?" Could it be that his plan had been seen through?

Singer tapped his finger on the base of the wine glass and smiled, "I said, I have done a brief investigation of you. Edward is the sixth generation of the Mikawi clan, but his power is stronger than Daniel of the fourth generation of Torredo."

Wutles looked at Wang Xiaoming with sharp eyes.

Wang Xiaoming's hand holding the knife was already oozing sweat.
Chapter completed!